You Were There All Along

Camille Dela Cruz considered herself normal. Grounded, even. But lately, "normal" felt like a lie she kept telling herself.

It started with dreams-fragments of forgotten worlds. A flicker of a candle, the weight of a crown she never wore, the warmth of a man's hand she's never held in this life. At first, she blamed stress, exhaustion, even the algorithm of her nightly binge shows. But the dreams only grew louder, more vivid. And always, there was him-his face unclear, but his presence unmistakable. A whisper she couldn't shake. A pull she couldn't explain.

What Camille didn't know was that Kian had been waiting.

In every lifetime, he carried the memories. Through centuries, through countless names and bodies, he remembered her. Always her. The one who changed faces but never souls. In this life, he didn't know how he would find her-but he knew he would. And when he did, he saw it in her eyes: she didn't remember. Not yet.

Camille tried to ignore the signs-the names in old books that made her heart race, the languages she somehow understood, the ache of knowing a melody she never learned. But with each dream, each strange coincidence, her grip on the present began to crumble. And when their paths crossed again, it wasn't coincidence. It was fate trying, once more, to catch up.

Together, they must untangle lifetimes of longing, betrayal, and unfinished stories. Because the past doesn't stay buried-and love, once awakened, doesn't forget.